Unfinished poems left with no return, I lost the muse i need to choose. To write or not to write, that is the question. I open my bool , stare at the blank page , pencil in my hand. The muse is gone and it comes again. I continue to write despite if its good or not. Each word representing me i want to be free. Fly high in the sky when i write i don't have to lie. I'm looking for my muse and i don't want to lose. i stop for a drink and i think. I'm alone. with out my muse , what will i do....pause. I know I'm free. And I found my muse, In me.

Honestly i knew You were done with me. Honestly i don't think you ever cared. Honestly I know you never cared. Honestly i regret meeting you. Honestly you were a mistake. Honestly I was in love with you. Honestly I don't know why. Honestly I fell hard and you didn't bother to catch me. Honestly you were the reason for some of my scars. Honestly you were the worst thing in my life. Honestly you brought out the worst in me. Honestly you reason for leaving was stupid.. Honestly i hoped you wouldn't leave me. Honestly you were the best thing in my life. Honestly you brought out the best in me. Honestly i made some mistakes. Honestly you did too. Honestly you stopped my cutting allot. Honestly i don't know how i feel about you. Honestly....you cared the most. Honestly....I miss you

Eyes,smile, laugh, everything. That is what I love about you. When we got close , I saw the world through your eyes. I saw your likes , dislikes. What made you smile. Who made you smile. That moment when the light hit your eyes and I made you smile....That's the moment I wanted to be with you, but it breaks my heart when I see you falling for her. The way your eyes light up when seeing her. Your dimples show when she makes you smile. She doesn't like you though. And the eyes tell all. So when you found out and I asked if you were okay, Your mouth said yes while your eyes said no. I held you close because I knew you couldn't be alone. I know the feeling of not having someone like or love you back the way you love or like them. All I can do is be there for you and hope one day you will feel the same.

I'm drowning in sea of air the wind it's making me cold but I'm not shivering.I'm having a great time but all I hear are the voices I can't think strait and I don't know what to do no one to talk to no one to hug me no one to love me alone that's all I am alone I can't talk to anyone they can't know the secrets inside my soul I want to be free but your pulling me back and its like an attack.I want to have fun but I can't breath *** I'm choosing to be free but what's Gonna happen to me.that's the thing though I want to be alone but I never really am alone because your always here for me no matter what I can run all I want but I always end up running to you and why is that I don't run from you but take a detour to just delay me running to your arms..I guess I'm saying that no matter how much I want to be alone you your always there.

Its so cold in here and so dark.
We used to be best friends I remember.
We’d play all day and sleep all through the night.
But one day you put me in a box.
I thought we were just moving again which we were….
I just wasn't going with you.
I heard a door slam.
I've been in this eternal darkness since.
I count the days hoping you’ll be back
Its been 4 years.
I'm still in this box.
There's so much dust.
The others just sleep and don’t care.
But i miss you.
I hear the door open.
Then i hear your voice.
My little heart pounds for joy.
I see light and feel warmth.
Its you my best friend again.
But it was only a second.
Then i ended up in a different box…
The door closes and here i am.
In eternal darkness.
Alone.
Again.
Come back soon , old friend.

I don't know how to love. I was never told or showed how to. My house was a war zone and now that dads gone this man is in the house with my mom and I call it home. He's more of a father to me then my actual dad. Food on the table close on my back. And on top of that he loves my mother and she loves him back. He hasn't Done anything wrong they're going on two years and their love is strong. So what is a father? Is it the man who raised me and doesn't make an effort to speak to me. Or the man in the house who treats me like a daughter. They say the First man you love should be your father. I loved my dad but I'm fifteen years old and don't remember what we had. And now there's a boy I like and I can't act right. Where are the boundaries where do I stop. I haven't been loved or had attention in six years. My brother calling me fat and ugly. Ex step-dad use to say dress to impress. But I was ten and dressed to impress me it was simple. So I ask What is a father. I only know rude men. And How do you love cause all i know is how to start a war.

Although you are a friend of mine,
I know nothing of you.
I don't even know what scares you,
and doesn't that seem strange?

You hold a place within my heart,
unusual and unique;
We share shows and favorite scenes,
and still, I know not who you are..

I picture how you think,
picture what drives your ambition.
An intriguing game for me at least,
for the mind is something we can't read.

So for this friendship we possess,
we owe nothing but steady speech exchange..
Perhaps the charm lies in the fact,
that we have nothing to regret yet